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Charity of spirit shared
 love and dreams of ideal forms
Birth of the Poet
They call me Poet
division of attentions
In love
More poetics
The tragedy of infliction
More poetry
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| They call me poet: A life becoming |
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| Love in discovering a muse |
The inspired words of love |
They call me Poet
I have sat sharing worlds
in airport bars with you
My audience of one
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They called me in simple tone
Poet where my foot has graced
the grounds of lands across
this planescape of the americas
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I have dreamed fitfully
as automobiles passed in sojourn
down the black vallure stretching
across the planescapes poetic
of my bed underneath willows
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I dream of travelling
while my thumb rests crooked
and I ponder what I may write
when finally the rest of compassion
comes and lays me in dashboard light
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They call me Poet
from Bellingham to Chula Vista
Miami to New York
All these paths travelled
in search of inspired words
always lead me home
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| Blessed in you/Godess |
Let me be your wish
your morning dove
and your dream pure and serene
Let me touch your dreams
Let me know you
and see the passions uprising
Arched upon the dawn
waking fresh and pure
to a firelight open and true
Here I want to feel you
in all your lithe symmetry
open to the caress
of a lover in unreluctant pursuit
do not trivialize
have faith in me love
I promise now to you
to show you truths truth
in my kiss and caress
and whispers of the blessed
blessed in finding you
. . .
Two hearts shared
Her golden locks curling down
My heart fills with love
in full sight of her emeraldine eyes
she is the only one
two hearts shared
for which beauty i cannot express
my godess
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